A/N: I'm back with the final chapter of my story. Then, my friends, I shall write other stories (hopefully not as shitty as his one.) But, hey, this was my first fanfic so I guess I shouldn't be too angry with myself. I plan on the next one being more interesting and beautiful and full of description but there's no guarantee on that. Anyways, thanks to all those who've read and review and even those who haven't but love the Mighty Boosh. I thank all Boosh fans in general for being awesome and y'all continue with y'all's awesomeness. By the way, do you know how hard it is for me not to say "y'all" in this fanfic? Just saying. ;)

Disclaimer: So I asked Noel again if I could own it and he said, "How'd you get this number?" I answered, "Uh…Internet?" "Figures." So, no I don't own it but I do have Noel's phone number if anyone wants it.

Yin and Yang

Howard raced down the street pushing people out of the way as he headed to his intended destination. It seemed silly for him to race to get there. It wasn't like he was in any hurry but he felt that if he didn't do it soon, he'd change his mind.

You know, it's funny how the smallest voice in your head can overpower the largest at times. It's like, 'Oh, I never thought of it that way.' Now Howard's there, racing through the streets, pushing the elderly out of the way to see a man who he'd seen all his life to tell him something that he had kept since that night on he roof, the second time he'd told Vince he loved him and was laughed at, breaking his heart. He knew it was ridiculous but he decided to go with his gut feeling for once in his life.

Vince raced down the street back toward the flat. It wasn't the best situation for him to be in considering the fact he was wearing heels. He nearly twisted his ankle twice and he knew for sure his hair was getting messed up but that was the thing furthest from his mind at the moment.

It was ridiculous if you thought about it. Here he was, racing down the street because of something that Leroy said. You don't listen to Leroy. He was high most of the times and didn't know what was going on but something just clicked for Vince. I mean, maybe him and Howard were meant to be together. I mean, everyone already thought they were a couple. Well, Leroy did so that really shouldn't say anything but if Leroy's said it to him, he more than likely said it to a million other people. That's the thing with rumors. If people think they're true anyways, they might as well be.

"Fuck!" Vince said as he hit full force into someone.

"Oh, I landed right on my trumpet-shaped key-ring," said a familiar-sounding voice.

Howard, Vince thought.

"Vince, is that you?" Howard asked as if it was impossible to tell.

Vince laughed good-naturedly. "No, Howard, it's not me. It's actually an African antelope in disguise."

"Oh, okay then," Howard said.

Vince laughed. "Of course it's me, Howard." He reached over and pushed Howard's arm playfully. To Vince's surprise, he didn't say, 'Don't touch me, sir!'

Howard took a deep breath. "Vince, there's something I have to tell you."

"Alright then, spit it out," Vince said with a gusto he didn't feel. He knew it had to be something important or else he wouldn't have said 'There's something I have to tell you.' It's never good news when you say that.

Don't be dying or moving away, Vince thought. What actually came out was furthest from his mind.

"Vince I-" Howard started.

"Excuse me," said a girl with black-rimmed glassed and short blonde hair as she tried to make her way past them.

"Sorry," Howard mumbled, moving slightly out of he way. It probably wasn't the best that they were sitting in the middle of busy streets.

"So what were you saying?" Vince asked, messing with his hair like he always does when he's feeling nervous or self-conscious.

"I love you, Vince," Howard said.

"What?" Vince asked in what was meant to sound like a questioning way but ended up as a chocked croaking sound.

"I said I love you, Vince," Howard said, looking everywhere except at Vince.

"Do you mean that, Howard?" Vince asked in a compassionate way.

Howard looked Vince dead in the eye. "Of course I do, Vince."

Vince gave Howard a half smile and leaned in toward him in a slow, uncertain manner.

"I love you, too, Howard," Vince whispered before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Howard grabbed Vince's back softly and pulled him closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"Oh, get a room," said two girls walking on the sidewalk that looked suspiciously like those electro girls and Goth girls.

Vince broke the kiss, laughing happily.

"Come on, let's go little man," said Howard, helping Vince up off the sidewalk seeing as they were both still sore from the collision. "Naboo's probably going to wonder what happened to us."

"He might wonder where you are but me on the other hand…" Vince said, grabbing Howard's hand as they walked back to the flat and towards their futures.

The End

So that's what happened. At least, that's what I think happened. I don't know. I wasn't paying attention.

A/N: To be honest, I didn't like this story but I loved the ending. I hope you liked it to and continue being Boosh fans, my friends. That alone makes me happy. :)